Boozy Sunday Fireworks

Last night, myself and Charlie ventured to Richmond for the fireworks display on Richmond Athletic Ground. 

Outfits Of The Day 

Appropriately dressed as a firework...

Top- Beyond Retro

Leggings- Next

Boots- Debenhams

Fluffy Headband- Primark

Lipstick- Rimmel Lasting Finish Colour Rush Lip Balm Crayon in 'The Redder The Better'

Standard selfie

Charlie was rocking his autumnal look in a leather jacket and stripey scarf.

Quote of the eve: 'I broke the cardinal rule of getting a jacket that's cooler than I am'. 

So true. 

To be honest, it's a miracle Charles managed to temporarily remove himself from the comfort, class and city life of Notting Hill to the 'countryside' of East Sheen/Richmond, so I thought it was only right that we made the most of this rare situation. 

A bottle of red to share in The Orange Tree was followed by another bottle, and a basket of chunky chips was washed down with some sambuca shots. By the time we stumbled down at 7pm to the fireworks, they had already started and tickets were all sold out. 

On the down side we missed out on the music and the toffee apples! Shock horror. 

But on the plus side we saved 8 quid and still saw the display from outside the gates...winning? Well not quite. 

looking hip with his hip flask 

Bang

 Bang 

Sparkle 

Glitter 

Woop

Charlie also bought me some flashing glasses. However, he failed to mention that I looked like a class a dick'ed in them...and there was me thinking I looked well cool like. 

haps

The display was short and sweet. 

We then turned to the most reliable of sources, google, for the best pubs in Richmond. The Cricketer just by Richmond Green came top, so we headed there and got even more boozed up...and it was pretty awesome. I'll always have a friend in google.  

Loving life...

Chocolate cheesecake obvs happened.

And then some cheese...

Then back to mine...

Where we harrassed Dora...

Played with sparklers...

Ordered two pizzas (both of which I ate) 

...and passed out on my sofa (or in Charlie's case, floor)

...the sign of a successful Sunday night! 

xoxo 

Pizza & Partying!

The title of this post is pretty self- explanatory. Two of my favourite things to sum up my favourite day of the week, Saturday! 

Pizza, the way to a woman's heart 
(or mine anyway). 

On the bank holiday Saturday just gone, my fam and I managed to avoid the usual debate that occurs whenever we organise to go out for dinner. My brother will usually opt for a Thai whilst my sister argues that she's sick of Thai red curry and suggests the local Persian (which my brother hates). Then my dad proposes that a Japanese is the answer, ignoring the fact my siblings utterly despise sushi. And although I like pretty much any food going, I always get involved, probably just to be difficult, unlike my mum who sits patiently waiting for the ultimate decision to be made... 'THAI IT IS'. And this is the standard O'Connor procedure.  

This Saturday, our decision was made easy. Following last weekends attempt to branch out, we decided to go for a pizza, and we discovered ...

'Franco Manca' pizzas.

Oh my god...these babies are like slices of heaven in your mouth. The pizza is made from slow-rising sourdough which requires a minimum of 20 hours to rise. In other words, they are literally orgasmic. They make Pizza Express pizza's taste like Sainsbury's basics in comparison. Oh, and to top it all off, they are half the price, just sayin'. 

Loving life 

Party Time

After pizza I went on to meet Caroline (my ex boyfriends sister) for drinks and a boogie. Don't ask how we became such good friends, as I'm not quite sure myself. But she's absolutely laaavly.

We didn't really have an exact plan but ended up in Vodka revs and then a club in Clapham called Aquum. And then back to mine where more pizza was ordered. 

Two things I learnt that night:

1) There is such a thing as too much pizza. Pukee

2) Random nights are the best nights 

Going to post about my carnival experience tomorrow! 

XOXO